a chance to talk

A CHANCE TO TALK






I am making a day of it.  No time schedule.  Its Saturday.  Afternoon now.  Sun is out, but it is cold.  I’ve decided to stay inside for now, which gives us a chance to talk.  My theme for this blog.  We can discuss and churn the topic, and discuss if I have gone too far, with or without you.  Odd way to start a blog.  In community and group, these words travel.  And is odd to ask, "Have I gone too far?"  But then again, its all accidental that you have found me.  Or is it.  I suspect when we afford the time, it comes down to the point I am making.  This gives us a chance to talk.  Let’s begin.



No regrets, if we start in the middle, and avoid the extremes.  General and yet not war talk.  Don’t care if the protesters show up.  I am online.  You can add a virus to me position, make it difficult for me to converse, but in the end, I buy anti-virus and what you did and why you did it, is moot.  Just saying, "life can be annoying on line and in a digital community."  But we will find a way.  Doesn’t matter where we start, the end is where its at.  Did we talk.  Did he or she demonstrate a passion for the subject.  Do you feel loved? 

No regrets.  There is more to it than meets the eye.  Visual and Appealing.  Well maybe.  Words written or spoken or put to music and enhanced by stage presence and gestures.  We have a chance to talk.  It is important that we do it.  No regrets.



 

I like it if you and I were talking to each other, or to The Pope.  Activate the experience, outside the church, and do not let politics creep in.  Cloudy, with a chance of joy.  You pleasure me with your words.  And I am in rapture, pure in simple, because of you.  We have a chance.  We talk.  And is that it.  Women soldiers returning home.  We discuss it.  Women in Combat.  " And childbirth must wait."  She said.  "Guns and Butter come first."  Is that what we are saying?  Experience shows me what to talk about, and what to avoid.  Downtown and Sophisticated.  Shopping around for a common topic.  We walk together, but in different worlds.  Not the place we are that is important, as long as we are online, and a major improvement with smart phone in hand, I can show you around.  You can see for yourself, what it is like, to be in that place:  cloudy with a chance of joy.



Pick your subject and talk.  Time is precious.  We don’t have all day.  Should this concern me.  No telling.  It will all come out, eventually.  Concern and deployment.  Where are you taking me, what is your point?  Does it come down to making better choices, and being careful what we talk about.  Organize and let it pour out.  Words and feeling.  Participate as much as you wish to, and then just be gone.  A chance to talk and time is precious.  People make the difference.  No salesman, please. 



Talk is a collaborative effort.  I need you.  You need me.  Or somebody like me.  Empty chamber and no ammunition.   War of Words, or wait, we must change the subject.  Have agreed.  No war.  No politics.  No Richard Sherman.  And there you have it.  No regrets.  Parents and Child.  Lover and Friend.  We all tend to struggle here.  Stormy and with clouds.  But then I remember.  When I am with you, talking.  Comes   Cloudy with a chance of  joy included.  And when its all said and done.  You Make My Day.  And Clint Eastwood said it best, as Dirty Harry (inspector Callahan. )  Forgot to count my bullets and my shots.  Was that 5 or 6.  And the idea is simple.  Empty gun or one in the chamber.  And he asks.   "Feeling Lucky?  Go ahead, make my day."  And so we don’t talk about war or politics.  We talk around the subject and we do good.  A chance to talk and we did well. 





 
Have next week to talk about football and The Super Bowl.  Manning, but no Eli.  Giants are waiting for next year.  As for me, its all about next week.  The Big Game.  Seahawks and Broncos.  Marijuana States. Washington and Colorado.   And the more I read what the national sports writers have to say. I am happy.  We had our chance to talk.  And that is classical to me.  Cloudy with a chance of joy.  When I talk to you.   It’s just the beginning and I want more.  No regrets.  When I talk to you.  I am happy.  True.  True.